expert recognize expert.

this is what's good:

yes.
harvest and maple and crabby and i,
totally crushing some family togetherness with a hot hot fire,
and the smell of smoke in our nostrils,
toasting our toes in the woodsly goodness.
our time in the smaller moments is every bit as expert as the big action is.
that's no joke.
we had a delicious dinner,
(with zero leftovers involved. i want that new new, not yesterday's greatest hits),
and homemade kettle corn,
and a blast of blazing barbarian hottness.
as usual,
i lit it with just one match, despite the lightly-whipping winds.

there's an art to being expert,
and a it's a source of personal pride in practice to be ale to do what i do,
if only to impress myself with competent ,
and then tell all y'all about it.
the thing is,
why wouldn't being expert be the goal?
i mean,
if you do it right from the jump off,
you get the ragingest inferno of fresh-to-deathness every time.
teleport:

i take towers of power to eleven.
we let it burn itself down to the ground,
and we basked in the waves of warmth and comfort.
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guys,
family togetherness is what i needed,
and we had the best time making memories out of wood and flame...
the world slows it's spin when we're all in one place,
and everything seems brighter,
even outside the glow of the embers.
i am grateful for this group i get to call my own,
and for the expansive, expensive grounds we name our sovereign territory.
we have our Folk Life,
we have our time together,
and there's indelible, incredible relief in that;
never quiet, never soft.....